Date: Fri, 14 Jan 2011 19:20:33 -0800 (PST)
From: Bryan Johnson <redbj@att.net>
Subject: My Brother, My Cousin and Me

My brother is my best friend. He's seven years older than me, but that only
made him a whole lot cooler when I was a kid. I was seven the summer this
happened, my brother, Alan was 14. That would make my cousin Terry 15. Most
summers Alan and I would spend a couple of weeks out at my Grammas'
house. She lives on the Fox River near McHenry, Illinois. It was a very
rural area, and sometimes it got lonely for us, cuz there were few kids
around. To get there you had to travel over two lane highways through miles
and miles of corn fields.

In the city, Chicago, my cousins' family lived in the apartment above
us. My brother and Terry were good friends. His older sister used to baby
sit me. Actually, when she did, she usually let Terry and Alan take care of
me. She knew they'd never let anything happen to me and I loved hanging out
with them. They usually didn't mind having me around, and I always felt on
top of the world when I was with them. I always was careful to do whatever
they wanted me to do so they wouldn't stop letting me spend time with them.

This particular summer, Terry came out to send a week with Alan and me. I
was in heaven having my two big, strong friends with me. Besides, because
there were no other kids, I'd have their undivided attention!

One day when my Granma and Granpa went in to town shopping, Alan and Terry
decided the three of us should take the old motorboat Grandpa had out to
this island a few miles downriver. Now, they weren't supposed to take the
boat out that far, but I promised if they let me go with them I'd never
tell, so we packed some sandwiches and bottles of coke and headed out to
the island.

I was a little nervous at the time. I couldn't really swim and the
riverbanks looked awful far away. Terry was at the motor, and my brother
Alan sat next to me with his arm around my thin shoulders. I was only about
4'5" tall and barely weighed 45 pounds. Alan and Terry were real tall. Alan
was at least 5'6" and Terry was even taller, maybe 5'8". Terry had a real
big chest and looked almost like a man to my seven year old eyes. Alan was
thinner, but still a lot bigger than me!

The island had a small beach on it and, at one time, there had been a
restaurant and boat dock there, but that was a long time ago. Now it was
abandoned and the only people who ever went out to it were kids like
us. Terry circled the island looking for other boats.

"We want to be sure we're alone, so we can have some real fun, Right,
Alan," Terry said?

""I don't know, Terry, the kid's kinda little, don't you think?"

"Nah, we were playing when we were his age. I remember you sure liked it!"

"Okay, but we can't scare him. If he doesn't want to play, we don't play,
Right?"

"Sure thing. He only does what he wants. Promise."

They used to talk over my head like that, like I couldn't hear what they
were saying. I knew they were up to something. Of course, I couldn't
understand what they meant, but that was okay. When they talked like that I
knew they wouldn't explain, so I didn't bother to ask. I was just getting a
little excited wondering what kind of fun and playing we were going to do!
They obviously were going to let me join them, and I didn't care what it
was. I'd play any kind of game they wanted!

By the time we beached the boat and got it unloaded, I was so excited I
could almost bust! But Alan and Terry didn't say anything about a game. In
fact, Terry spread the blanket he had brought on the ground and tossed the
towels on it. He reached into the basket and pulled out the bottle of
suntan oil.

"We need to work on our tans, Alan," Terry said. "And no tan lines!  I'm
gettin rid of this suit!"

With that, he hooked his thumbs in the waist band of his swim trunks and
peeled them off his thin legs. He straightened up, and I forgot all about
games! All I could do was stare at Terry. He was naked! And he had hair
around his thingy, black hair. His thingy was real long to, at least four
inches and there was all sort of skin over the helmet. It didn't look at
all like mine, or like I remembered Alan's looking. I couldn't even see the
hat like mine and Alan's had.

I looked up his body, and I noticed he had a little hair on the middle of
his chest.  There was also a thin line of hair spreading down from his
bellybutton to the hair around his thingy. His marbles were big to, and
they hung down below the tip. Not only did he have hair below and on his
chest, he had hair under his arms. I'd seen him without a shirt before,
hadn't I? Did he have that the last time I saw him? I wasn't sure.

"Gosh, Alan," I said, "Look how big his thingy is! It's a lot bigger than
yours! And he's got hair there!"

"His dick's not that much bigger than mine, Little Bro."

I turned around and Alan was naked to! And he was right! He was almost as
big as Terry!  His was about 3 and half inches, and he had hair there to! I
was sure he wasn't that big down there the last time I had seen him with no
clothes on! There wasn't any hair on his chest, but there was some brown
hair under his arms and just a little between his bellybutton and the brown
stuff in his crotch.

I was totally confused. I hadn't seen Alan naked for a couple of years, but
I didn't remember any hair.  We used to bathe together before bed. The last
time we'd done that, I was five and he was twelve. I remember standing in
the tub with Alan sitting, using his soapy hands to wash my body. He was
cleaning my thingy when Daddy walked into the bathroom. Alan continued to
soap my crotch, as Daddy got something from the medicine chest.

Daddy looked at us in the bathtub. I saw him look down at Alan. His pee-pee
was hard and sticking up out of the water. I didn't pay any attention to
it. It'd been getting all hard for the last few months when he bathed
me. It looked bigger almost every time I saw it.  I used to grab it and
he'd laugh.

"He's clean enough now Alan," Daddy said. "Rinse off and get to bed."

Alan dried me off with the big, fluffy towel I liked and while I was
putting on my pjs', he dried off and put on his. We were walking towards
the bedroom when we heard Daddy's voice.

"Come on in here, Alan. I want to talk to you. Ronnie, you go to bed."

He had that `do what I say' tone in his voice that I never dared to
disobey. I lay there in my bed waiting for Alan, wondering if he was in
trouble. When he finally came to the bedroom, his face was all red. He got
in his bed and faced the wall.

"Alan, what's wrong? What did you do?"

"Nothing. Go to sleep."

No matter what I said, he wouldn't talk to me. This was real strange. Alan
always answered my questions. That was the last time I ever bathed with
Alan. I begged and I whined and I even cried, but from that day forward, I
had to take my baths alone. I really missed my brothers' company in the
tub. That had always been one of our major playtimes.

After that night Alan started to change into his pj's in the bathroom. When
we played or wrestled, if I put my hand between his legs like I used to
love doing, the game ended. Also, he never touched me there anymore like he
used to. I really missed that. I used to like him touching my thingy. When
I got scared at night, he wouldn't let me sleep in his bed anymore. He was
still nice, though. He'd turn on the light and talk to me till I was ok,
but I had to sleep in my own bed.

I knew Daddy had said something to him, told Alan he'd done something
wrong, but I couldn't find the words to ask Daddy what it was he said to
Alan. Finally, I just gave up. I had almost forgotten the things we used to
do, but I thought I had a real good memory of what my wonderful big Brother
looked like.

Now I was seven and he was fourteen and I wasn't so sure I remembered how
he looked naked. Had his thingy always been that big? There hadn't been
hair there before, had there?  But Terry? I'd never seen him without
clothes before. His chest was real big, compared to Alan's. He had a lot
more hair down there and his thingy was a lot bigger to. In fact, it seemed
like it was bigger now than when I'd seen it the first time a few minutes
ago!

"Hey, Little Bro," Alan laughed, "Get with the program. You're with the big
guys now, lose the swimsuit."

I wasn't too sure about this. I remember Mom telling me to keep my pants on
when people were around. But I guess Alan and Terry weren't really people,
they were my brother & cousin. Besides, they were naked and if I didn't
take my suit off, they might get mad. I slid my suit off and stood there a
little embarrassed. Then I looked at Alan and Terry. We were all naked. It
looked kinda silly to me. I laughed. This WAS fun.

"Hey, little man, oil me up, will you," Terry said. "I don't want to burn
my butt or my nuts."

Alan was sitting on the ground just beyond Terry. Legs bent, his elbows
rested on his knees. Was his thingy getting bigger to? He was smiling at
me. I looked at him, and he nodded at me.

"Do it Ronnie, he said, "Put the suntan oil on Terry."

Terry handed me the bottle of suntan oil and turned his back to me. If
Terry wanted me to do something, I would do it. Alan said it was okay. My
brother and my cousin were the bestest guys in the world! The let me hang
around with them. They never bullied me or pushed me around. Well, almost
never and they didn't treat me like a kid like a lot of my friends big
brothers did. I always did what they wanted. Besides, Terry's butt looked
neat and I did kinda want to see what it felt like.

I poured the oil into my hand and smeared it on Terry's butt. It felt
strange, the smooth, soft skin over hard firm muscle. I spread the oil on
his butt, leaving the thick, white streaks.

"You rub it in good, Ronnie; I don't want any of those gross white smears."

I rubbed the slippery oil into his butt cheeks. The warm skin felt great
under my small hands. He bent over and spread his cheeks.

"Get between them. I don't want my butt hole to get burnt."

Wow, I understood that! I got sunburn once and it really hurt! I wouldn't
want my butt hole to feel like that. I put more oil in my hand and spread
it on the pink circle I saw between his cheeks. There were a few hairs
around the little opening I knew poop came out of. It looked clean though,
and I knew it was okay because Terry wouldn't have asked me to do it if it
wasn't. I pushed my fingers against the opening and they kind of slid a
little into it. I pulled away fast. I didn't want Terry to get mad at me.

"That's okay, kiddo. You get the oil all the way in there."

I pushed harder, and the tips of my fingers went into Terry's butt.

"Yeah, little man, that's it!"

I kept rubbing my slippery fingers over Terry's hole.

"Now do the front."

Terry turned around and, Whoa! His thingy had gotten real big. It stood out
from his tummy and pointed at me. It was longer than my hand! At least six
inches! I was kneeling down and it almost hit me in the face! It looked
real thick to. I could see the helmet now. There was a lot of skin behind
it. But now it looked more like Alan's and mine. Terry just stood there for
a second, hands on his hips.

"Come on, Ronnie. Oil me up. You don't want my dick to get burnt, do you?"

"But your thingy is so big!"

"It's a dick, Ronnie. Men call it a dick. Now rub the suntan oil into my
dick so it doesn't get sunburned."

I looked over at Alan again, he hadn't moved, but his thingy...his dick was
all hard and pointy to! It was as big a Terry's'! I knew it hadn't been
that big a few minutes ago! I'd have remembered!  My mouth dropped
open. Alan saw me looking at him.

"Its okay, Ronnie," Alan said. "It happens to older guys. When they feel
real good, their dicks' get big and hard like this. He grabbed his thingy
and moved it around a little. It means we're feeling good. It means you're
making Terry feel real happy!"

"But why is your getting big," I asked?

"Because I like watching you make Terry feel good. And I'm hoping you'll
want to make me feel good when you're done."

I was making Terry feel good? Well then I had to keep doing it. I wanted
Terry to feel good. I wanted him to keep liking me! But I was a little
scared of touching his...dick. The helmet looked so red, like it was angry
at me. So I oiled his hips and the tops of his legs and the bottom of his
tummy, everything but his marbles and his...dick.

"Come on, Ronnie. Oil up my dick. You don't want me to burn, do you? It
would hurt so bad!"

I poured more oil in my small hands and rubbed them together. I reached out
and wrapped my slippery fingers around Terry's' big dick. It felt real
hot. His dick almost felt like it was on fire. I smoothed the oil over his
dick. It felt so strange, but so good. The skin was real soft, but it was
like stretched over something real hard, like there was a bone in there or
something. I rubbed the oil down over his marbles.

"That's it Baby. Rub the oil into my nuts. Make them feel real good. Do my
dick some more. You're making me feel so good."

Terry's ....nuts felt awesome. They moved around inside his sac. Mine never
did that. They just had just started hanging down below my own dick a few
months ago. The doctor had felt them up last time I saw him. I remember him
telling my Mom that I was `developing a little early,' whatever that
meant. Maybe it meant my nuts were going to hang down to?

"Do it like this, Baby."

Terry took both my hands and wrapped them around his dick near the head and
started sliding them up and down the length of it. He set up a rhythm and
then released them. I kept it up. He was making little sounds and saying
things.

"Oh, yeah, Baby, that's so good you're making my dick feel so great. I love
it. You got such soft hands!"

I loved the feel of his thingy, his dick in my hands! It was so awesome. I
loved the way I was making him feel so good! He was making all kinds of
funny sounds while I rubbed the oil into his dick! He started pushing it
into my hands, sliding his dick between my fingers. My thingy...was mine a
dick to? Men call theirs a dick. Mine was so little, was it a dick to, or
did I have to wait until I could call it a dick? Yeah. It must be a
dick. It was feeling all tingly. It'd never felt like that before.

"Terry, look," Alan said, "Ronnie's getting hard."

I looked down. Yeah, my little dick was pointing up at my face. All three
hard inches of it! I looked back at Terry's dick, thrusting through my
hands. It was leaking something! There was a drop of something running from
the tip. I leaned into look at it. I smelt something, like the way the
bathroom smelt when Alan locked himself in for a long time. I moved closer
to Terry's' dick to smell it better and was staring at the red, angry tip
of Terry's dick when it happened.

"OH DAMN," Terry shouted!

Something shot out of his dick and splattered over my face. I was so
startled, I didn't move and another spurt hit me. Then a third. The forth
splash hit my chest and the last wet my tingling dick. I fell back on my
butt. I had wet stuff dripping off my face. He'd peed on me!

"You peed on me! Terry! You peed on me!" And I started crying.

Terry stood there for a second, looking at me, kinda stunned, then knelt
and wrapped his arms around me. I struggled to get away.

"You peed on me! That's mean!"

"No Ronnie," Terry held me to his chest. "I didn't pee on you! That's not
pee, honest!"

"Yes it is! You're mean!"

I was crying and trying to get away from him, when I felt Alan's arms wrap
around me from the back.

"It's not pee, Bro," Alan said, "Honest!"

"It's not?" I snuffled.

Terry wiped some of it off my face and held it in front of my eyes.

"Does it look like pee?"

It was kinda white with clear stuff in it. It didn't look like pee.

"Does it smell like pee?"

Terry held the glob under his nose and sniffed strongly, then held it under
my nose. Well...he did smell it first. I smelled it. It didn't smell like
pee.

"Does it taste like pee?"

He put his fingers in his mouth and sucked the white stuff off them. Then
he got more off my face and held it in front of my mouth. I wasn't sure
about this, but Terry had just tasted it, so I touched my tongue to it. It
tasted ok, so I lapped it off Terry's fingers.

"No. It tastes kinda sweet. It's not pee?" I sniffled again.

"No, little man," Terry said. "This is real special stuff."

Alan sat back, pulling me onto his lap and Terry sat next to him, holding
my legs on his lap. Alan was cuddling me and Terry was softly running his
hands over my legs.

"Ronnie, it something that big guys do," Alan said. "Its' called cum. When
you make a big guy feel real good, when you're real special to him, he
makes that sort of stuff. It's called Cumming, and what comes out is
cum. Cummings' like a sneeze, you can't stop it. It just comes out!"

"I'm so sorry, baby," Terry said. "I wasn't expecting it to happen so
soon. I would have told you what was going to happen, that you should move,
but it was just too fast. You made me feel too good and I couldn't stop."

"I made you feel good?" Wiping the tears and snot off my face.

"You made me feel real good, Ronnie." Terry said softly, "You're very
special. I've never felt so good."

I thought about it a minute. I made Terry feel good. He thinks I'm
special. That couldn't be bad. Now he'd like me even more. That was real
good. I wasn't even aware of it, but cum was dripping down my face to my
mouth and I was licking it off my lips.  I started wiping his cum off my
face and sucking it off my fingers while I was thinking.

"Alan," Terry whispered over my head, "I think your bro's a natural."

My brother and my cousin were holding me close. I was sitting on my
brothers' lap, feeling his hard dick pressing on my butt. Their hands were
softly running over my body and I felt really loved and protected.

"Alan? Can I make you feel good?"

"Sure, Bro. If you really want to."

I scooted off Alan's lap and turned, kneeling between his legs facing him I
looked down and saw the hard dick that had been pressing into my butt. I
could feel the smear of liquid it had left on my left butt cheek. I saw a
runnel of liquid coming out of the opening of his dick. I reached for it
and Terry caught my hand.

"Lick it off, Ronnie. It'll make him feel real special"

I looked at Alan and he nodded, smiling at me. I leaned forward on my hands
and knees and lowered my head between Alan's thighs extending my tongue to
touch the head of his dick. Before I actually tasted his fluid, I looked up
at him.

"Alan, is that your cum?"

"It's called precum, Ronnie. It means I really like you."

I touched my tongue to Alan's dickhead and tasted the sweetness of his
precum. I held his dick with one hand and wrapped my lips around the end of
his dick. He made a soft sound in his throat. I felt Terry's hands on my
butt as I sucked on Alan's helmet. It felt soft and hard in my mouth at the
same time. I kept trying to get more of it into my mouth, but I could only
get my mouth open wide enough to get the helmet inside. The little noises
Alan was making told me he liked what I was doing anyway. I felt Terry
rubbing the suntan oil on my butt hole. It felt so good, I was almost
purring.

"Terry, no. He's too little. You'll hurt him."

I took my lips off Alan's dick.

"I am not little, I'm a big boy!" And I went back to suckling on Alan's
dickhead.

"I'm not going to fuck him. I'm just going to get off on his butt."

"Terry," I said, looking over my shoulder, "You're not supposed to use that
word!"

"When a guy puts his dick in someone's hole, it's fucking." Terry said,
"It's okay to use the word when that's what you're doing. We're talking
about fucking you, so we can use the word."

I looked up at Alan on my hands and knees, his dick hard in front of my
face, throbbing.

"Is he right, Alan?"

"Yeah, little Bro, he's right."

"Are you guys going to fuck me, Alan?"

"Yeah, Baby Bro, if you want us to, but not till you're bigger." He gave
Terry a hard look.

"Whatever you say, Cousin," Terry said. He sounded disappointed.

I went back to sucking on Alan as I felt Terry laid his dick between my
butt cheeks and start rubbing it between them. I could feel the big helmet
of his dick through the skin that covered it. It was rubbing over my hole
and it felt so good! Alan's dick in my mouth was letting a little stream of
sweet liquid into my mouth and he was rubbing his hands over my head and
through my hair. I really loved the attention they were giving me.

I felt a tingling growing in my little dick and nuts. It felt different
today than it had ever felt before. The feeling kept growing and I started
whimpering.

"Alan, look at his dick! He's gonna cum!"

"Nah, he's too little."

"No he's not. Get some oil and jack him! You'll get his first cum, Dude! Do
it!"

The top of my head pressed into Alan's stomach as he stretched forward and
his oily fingers clutched around my little dick. It felt so good! He held
my dick between his thumb and index finger and slid up and down my three
incher. The tingly feeling in my stomach kept getting stronger and
stronger. I thought I was going to pee and I knew I should tell Alan to
stop, but it felt so good! Then, as Alan stoked my dick between his finger
and thumb an explosion went off in my crotch and I saw stars. My dick
jerked wildly between Alan's fingers. I bounced my butt backwards into
Terry and caught him at the bottom of one of his strokes between my
cheeks. It forced his dickhead up into my butt and popped the head into
me. I lurched forward to get away from the pain of the big dick invading my
butt, and ended up forcing Alan's dick full way down my throat.

"Shit," Terry bellowed!

"God damn, Ronnie," Alan squealed!

Terry dumped a huge load of his cum into my butt as Alan spewed down my
throat. Both my brother and my cousin were pouring their cum into me at the
same time. Alan held my head in place, his dick down my throat as he
spasmed his juice into me. Terry held onto my hips and I felt the tip of
his dick jerking in my butthole.

"Terry, he came! The Ronnie came in my hand!"

Alan pushed my head off his dick and I coughed cum out of my
windpipe. Terry pulled his dickhead out of my butt with a pop, and I felt
cum running down my thighs. We lay there for a minute or two, them
exhausted, me confused about what had just happened. I thought about the
last few minutes for a bit, and then I made a decision.

"Terry, My butt hurts. Alan was right. I'm too little. Don't fuck me again
till I get bigger. I'll suck you until then, okay?"

"Deal, little man."

Alan started looking at his hand, hoping to see my first cum, but I was way
too young. It would be four more years before I gave him my first juice.

We curled up, me facing Alan, wrapped in his arms and Terry spooning behind
me, arms wrapped around us both. I could feel Terry's dick. It was soft
now, pressed against my bottom. Alan's leg was over my hip and his dick was
pressed against my stomach. It wasn't soft or hard, but sort of in
between. My head was resting on Alan's arm and I felt safer and more secure
than I'd ever felt before. We drifted off to sleep on a blanket in the
shade of a tree with the soft sounds of the breeze in the leaves and the
river flowing. It was a wonderful day.