Date: Mon, 31 Jan 2000 18:36:44 GMT
From: Marky Rickitt <markyrickitt@hotmail.com>
Subject: My Cousin Craig

My Cousin Craig

	Last weekend I went home for the weekend (from university).  On Saturday
(29 January 2000) I took my 10 year old cousin Craig swimming.  Craig has
long, blond hair, and is very inquisitive; he asks questions about
everything.
The pool was one of these fun pools, with loads of activities going on.
When we got there, there was a fairly long queue.  The changing rooms were
not conventional separate men/women, but rather mixed, with loads on
cubicles.  Because it was busy Craig and me used the same cubicle to change.
  Inside was a small bench, which I told Craig to sit on whilst I got
changed.  Pulling off my top, I revealed my bare chest.  Looking at me Craig
said, "Why haven't you got a hairy chest, like my dad has?  He's got loads
of hair."  "I just haven't," I replied "not all men have hairy chests".  As
I started to take my trousers down Craig says, "My dads got a hairy willy as
well".  "Well I've got hair down there, all men get hair there."  "When will
I?"  "When you're a teenager your Willy gets bigger and you grow hair," I
explained.  I pulled my boxers down, revealing my cock to him.  He was
staring at my cock, and then looked up at me, and said, "When I see my dad's
when he gets up, his is really hard and points upwards."  "That's called an
erection.  Does your cock ever get hard Craig?"  "Sometimes when I play with
it, it does." "Do you play with it a lot?" "Sometimes when I'm having a wee"
Craig relied.
By now my cock was getting hard.  Thinking about my little cousin playing
with his cock was making me horny.  As my cock started to twitch its way to
erection, Craig asks, "Do you play with your willy"  "All the time.  What do
you do when you play with yourself Craig?"  "I pull my skin right back, and
look at the tip.  Sometimes I put my finger inside my skin when its forward.
  When I was camping in my back garden with Sean" (his friend) "he showed me
how his big brother plays with himself.  He wraps his hand around his Willy
and moves it up and down until he squirts stuff out of the hole."  "That's
called wanking, I do it all the time".  By now my cock was stood to full
attention.  "Would you show me how Sean's brother plays with himself".
Craig stood up and started to undo his jeans.  "Show me on my willy".
Thinking about it for a second, he then tentatively took hold of my cock.
As he wrapped his hand around my 8" cock, he says "yours is bigger than my
dads is.  His is shorter when it's hard."  "Have you ever touched your dads
Willy, Craig?"  "No, but I see it every day, and its always hard."  "So how
does Sean's brother play with himself then?"  "He slides his hand up and
down like this".  Craig started to slide his small hand along my cock.  He
had a really loose grip, and moved his hand quickly up and down my cock.  As
he done this, my foreskin moved slightly back and forth making the very tip
of my glans peep out then disappear.  After about a minute of this my cock
was looking a bit red from the friction.  "Craig, could you hold a bit
tighter please".  Responding instantly he squeezed my cock and started to
move up and down on my cock.  His hand was near the top of my pole, and as
he wanked me off, I started to produce precum.  As he jacked me off me
precum dribbled down the back of my cock, lubricating his hand.  As more ran
down my cock his hand started to slip and he ended up wanking the full
length of my penis.
"What's that stuff, is that what Andrew squirts?" (Andrew is Sean's
brother).  "No, I'll squirt spunk in a minute, this is just precum" I said,
between breaths.  As I was reaching climax, my foreskin came fully back, and
I shoot three squirts of jizm on Craig's T-shirt, another one on his
trousers, and then some more dribbled out and ran down over his hand.  "WOW!
Is that what Andrew does?  When will I be able to do that?"  "When you're a
teenager you'll start to" "What's it for Marky?"  "It's what makes women
pregnant when you have sex with them".
Remaining undressed, I said "Lets get you ready then."  Craig removed his
T-shirt revealing his skinny boy chest.  Then he finished undoing his
trousers, and pulled then down.  Standing up he only had on a pair of South
Park briefs.  His pants were poking out at the front, pushed out by his
little boner.  I reached out, and, keeping the waistband close to his body I
pulled then down.  This pushed his cock downwards, and then it suddenly
sprung loose of his pants, returning to its 90-degree angle.  His foreskin
came to halfway around his cock head.  Craig's little cock was about two
inches long, and the thickness of my thumb.  He had two little balls, about
the size of small walnuts.  They were tight to his body, the left one
slightly lower than the right  "You can't go out swimming like this, Craig,
we better sort you out.  I took hold of his cock between my thumb and
forefinger and pulled his foreskin back, revealing his little cock head,
which was like a pointed cherry, and a dark pink/red colour.
Getting him to stand on the bench, I slid his skin back and forth over his
little glans, and then took his cock and balls into my mouth.  I could taste
the faint trace of boy pee on his foreskin.   I licked at the skin behind
his balls, then, removing my mouth, I took hole of the base of his cock with
my thumb and finger, and began to flick my tongue over the exposed tip of
his cocklet.  As I licked at the tip, I began to slide my fingers up and
down the (short) length of his prick.  As I licked and rubbed his little
cock, I noticed his legs start to tremble.  Letting go of his cock, I placed
both hands on his hips, giving him support.  I took his cock into my mouth
and sucked.  As he reached his immature orgasm, he let out a fairly loud
moan.  "Shit" I thought, remembering where we were.
As Craig came down from his dry orgasm, I let him sit down for a minute,
then we quickly got changed into our swimming shorts, and went to the pool.
We splashed about for at least two hours, went on slides, water runs, and in
the wave machine.  Then Craig said he needed to have a wee (I was surprised
he didn't just go in the pool!).  Leaving the pool, we entered the toilets,
which were empty.  Craig went to the low children's urinal and pulled out
his little cock.  "Wait a minute, Craig, I've got an idea.  Lets go into the
cubical there".  "What are we going to do, Mark?"  "You'll see".
Closing the door behind me, I put the lid down on the toilet.  "Stand up on
there."  He got up on the toilet, facing me.  "Now you can wee Craig."
"Where?"  "On me." I replied.  Craig pulled down his shorts to his thighs,
revealing his little wiener, which was only about an inch long.  His balls
had disappeared.  He stood there for a second, then started to pee.  His
foreskin made it spray slightly, and go off to an angle.  I got into the
stream, and crouched down.  His spray of deep yellow piss moved from my
chest to my face.  Closing my eyes, and opening my mouth I took a mouth full
of strong boy pee into my mouth.  He started to move his dick around, aiming
his stream onto my hair.  I felt piss start to run down my neck and back,
and then down the gap between my shorts and back to trickle into the crack
of my ass.  As his flow stopped I opened my eyes, and in front of me was his
hard little prick.  I engulfed his cock for a second time, and sucked the
remaining piss from his penis.
"What does wee taste like Marky?" Craig asked.  "I like it, want to try
mine?"  "I don't know"  "Just try it Craig, if you don't like it, close your
mouth." "Suppose I could".  He got down from the toilet lid. "Sit down,
then."  He sat on the seat, and I pulled my cock and balls out over the
waist of my shorts.  My cock was hard, and it took a lot of straining to get
my flow going.  I first spurted brief strong blasts of lightly coloured piss
onto Craig's chest.  Then I started to piss properly, and aimed my flow at
my cousin's face.  First he pulled out of the line of the flow.  Changing
the direction of my piss, I aimed at his crutch.  Whilst getting down from
the seat, Craig's shorts had slid down to his ankles, so my flow of piss
went all over his little stiff cock.  He started to rub my pee into his cock
and ball-less scrotum.  As he rubbed away, I returned my floe to his face,
and this time he didn't pull out of the way, but he did keep his mouth
closed.  I aimed the last couple of seconds of my urine into his long hair.
When I had finished, we left the toilet, and returned to the pool for
another half hour.  It was now time to get out.  We went to the showers and
washed the chlorine out of our hair, then went to the lockers to retrieve
our clothes.  Craig's T-shirt had nearly dried out, my cum had left a white
crust, and there was still a damp patch.  The cum on his jeans had not dried
at all, just soaked in.  We went into a cubical and both pulled our shorts
off.  We both had hardons.  Pulling out his towel, I dried his chest,
feeling his ribs.  His stomach was fairly firm, and had a nice belly button,
which was fairly large and still had a puddle of water in it.  Instead of
using the towel, I lent over and pushed my tongue into it.  I continued with
the towel, drying his back, then legs.  All that was left was his crutch and
ass.
I got him to bend over, and pull his cheeks apart.  I then planted my mouth
over his pink pucker. "Marky, what does that taste like? It feels great"
Craig asked quietly.  "I can taste the pool water".  I returned to his hole,
pushing my tongue into his rectum.  "Ooooh" Craig sighed.  I flicked my
tongue up and down, and then withdrew.  Spiting on my middle finger, I
pressed it against his ass hole, and, with a little resistance slid my
finger in.  I started to slide it in and out of his tight hole.  I reached
around and under him, and took hold of his stiff little cock.  As I slide my
finger in and out of him I gently wanked him off.  He suddenly collapsed
forward, onto the bench, and gave out another moan.  FUCK, he needed to shut
up.  He then turned around and sat on the bench.  "Marky, that felt really
good, can I do it to you?"  How could I refuse?  I turned and placed my
hands on the door, spread my legs, and then felt his hand press on my ass.
"You'll have to spit on your hand first Craig, to make it slippery.  He spat
on his fingers, then pressed what felt like his forefinger onto my ass.  It
slid in easily, being only thin.  "Use some more fingers."  He pulled out,
and spat again, then pressed two fingers into my anus.  He slid them in and
out and then used three fingers.  Now he was stretching my hole. He got all
four fingers into my hole.  "Push more Craig". He pushed and I felt his
knuckles against my muscle, which stretched then engulfed them.  He now had
his hand in my ass up to his thumb, which I felt push between my ass cheeks.
  He pulled out slightly.  He then giggled as he pushed his thumb in as
well.  This made me moan (it was my turn to make too much noise).  He now
had all four fingers and his thumb in my ass.  With only a little more
pushing he suddenly slid in up to his wrist.  SHIT this was good.  He was
starting to rub on my prostate, and my cock was dripping precum creating a
puddle on the tilled floor.  Craig twisted his hand slightly and pushed his
finger further, pushing deeper into my bowels. "Uuuurgh, there's poo up
there!"  "Don't push so far in then" I sighed, close to cumming with out
even touching my cock.  He pulled out slightly, and brushed against my
prostate again.  Another drop of precum dripped to the floor.  As he pushed
in and out, stimulating my gland, I started to cum.  I through my head back,
suppressing a groan and my cock spurted spunk onto the back of the door.  As
my orgasm subsided I said "Fuck, Craig that was great, boy you are going to
be popular when you're older!"  "Thanks Marky!" he was really pleased that
he had made me cum for the second time today.  He slowly pulled his hand out
of my rectum, leaving me feeling very empty and loose.  He wiped his hand in
my boxers which I left on the bench.  We finished dressing and came out of
the cubicle.
When we got back to his house, Jacki, my aunt, asked if Craig had been good.
  "He certainly was," I replied, not meaning his behaviour, but rather our
sexual antics, "perhaps I could take Craig out again next time I'm home."
"Can we!" Craig shouted.  He had obviously enjoyed today.


Perhaps more to cum if I take Craig out again.


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